The sky is angry today. I’m not sure what I’ve done to upset her. She has been yelling at me for some time and I do not expect her to calm down anytime soon. As a result the rest of the inhabitants of Lubbock are made to suffer at her hands. If she were to start crying I’m sure her makeup would run into a muddy blend of the same earth tones that she normally looks so good in because it matches her blue eye shadow. Her sharp words are probably peeling the paint off homes and shingles off the roof tops. I was forewarned about her temper before I moved here and I merely brushed the news aside.
Because she has not cried for so long, the land begs for a quenched thirst she sees fit to mock by staging her fit from the west which has aggravated the condition and has left visibility to less than ½ a mile. I have no more diamonds to give, no flowers to offer, not even a measly chicken to sacrifice (if I thought that would help I would go steal one). I will wait out the storm and hope that I do not end up on an uncharted desert isle.